Restarting in Ottawa.
New place with the lady.
Full time work.
So as I sit here, on the bone dry sidewalk, 10:33 am in what seems to be the coldest day of the year, typing with my hands so pale it’s as if there’s a cinematic grayscaling video effect over my eyes, I want to discuss my usage of marijuana.
You see, it’s as if all 1000 voices are just gone. I can hear the birds and the traffic and all the miscellaneous ambient sounds.
I can feel to a degree that I can recreate. My collecting of knowledge is so extrastantial. My vocabulary is so deep I create words like “extrastantial.”
It’s just…as if…all voices…are gone.
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